Poetry Collection #3

and everyday i took a different path,

but somehow

it always led me back

to you.


 

my hands were stained

with white, fluffy clouds,

the fresh, green grass,

and all the memories of you.

 


 

you were the storm

in my clear sunny day.

you were the tsunami

in my salty ocean waves.

yet i let you in

because you were also the air

that i so desperately needed to breathe again.

 

xo, jessica

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